THE NIGHT

Queen Aisha was carried into her room, and the King was right behind her.

"How is she?" He asked at the top of his voice.

"Awake. I'll leave you two alone," the healer said, as she walked out of the room.

"Habibti!" He ran beside her bed, but she tossed her face to the other side. "What have I done now?" he asked in confusion.

"It is one thing to marry other women because you're free to do that. But it is an entirely different thing to get a woman pregnant, then be so audacious enough to bring her into my home. I'm sure it fills you with joy watching me suffer, while you get your happy ending with the woman who has made me suffer too!"

The king stared at his wife's back, confusion written all over his face.

"What are you talking about, Aisha? Face me, and tell me," he begged.

"No. I don't want to look at you right now. All I want is for you to send your whore back to where she's coming from. You told me she was dead. Liar! Filthy liar!"